That is mahogany!

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Who: OPEN
What: Some crates fell from the sky
Where: The Park, near the gazebo
When: Evening, day 42
Warnings: Injury, snakes, spiders, gore, violence, strong language, will update as needed
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The ropes tightly binding the metal crates together managed to keep the pyramid formation intact even as it impacted the ground. Each crate was about five feet by five feet and the entire pyramid stood at least two stories high. Some of them are empty, some aren't meant to be opened, but there are a few that contain something special.

If you can cut away the ropes and pry open the lids, you might find a real treasure! Or you might regret giving in to your curiosity. 

Don't forget to share, boys and girls.

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[magnets]

If it was high school, I'd'a just whopped him a new one. I could take him. [ Jesse takes the lighter and promptly does the deed, sucks down some sweet nicotine and sighs happily out the smoke before he hands the lighter back. ] But, I mean, I ain't gonna. 'Sides, I got my cootie shot in, like, second grade. I'm straight up protected, yo.

[ A beat, and then, ] Why you gotta assume it's my fault anyway? Huh?

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And then I woulda had t'kick your ass. Better not. [ Jesse says idly, blowing smoke in Pinkman's face. And as for the last question, Jesse pauses, and shrugs. ] I dunno, maybe 'cause I know Galen don't pick fights unless he's feeling threatened.

[magnets]

[ Jesse shuts his eyes from the smoke and pulls his face back into a retaliatory sneer, batting his eyelashes at Finch after and propping his cigarette back into his mouth. ] Bring it on, shortie.

- Yo, you don't think I, like, threatened him or somethin', do ya?

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Nah, that ain't what I said, is it? [ Jesse answers, making a face at Pinkman. ] When he feels threatened. Look, I ain't gonna go into a speech, man, that ain't my style, but years of being picked on for something like havin' a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend makes you real defensive, real quick, after a while. Yeah?

[magnets]

It ain't like I'm gonna go wailin' on him with a bat or anything, man, that ain't me. I don't really give a half a shit what hole he's pluggin'. [ Jesse takes another drag, sucking in a sharp breath and gesturing to Finch with the hand with the cigarette. ] Ya know, he was the one all insuatin' that I'd take one up the backside too, don't see him gettin' no flak for it.

[rigging]

[ Jesse rolls his eyes as he takes a drag of his own cigarette. ] He didn't tell me that part, and neither did you 'til just now, so yeah, his bad. [ A beat. ] Is that all it is t'you? Which -- fuckin' "hole you're plugging"?

[magnets]

[ Jesse goes quiet a moment, ashes his cigarette and shifts his gaze to Finch like he thinks he might've said something wrong. ] How's that mean? What'm I s'posed to say?

[rigging]

[ Jesse shrugs, looking away, blowing smoke out through his nose. ] I dunno. It ain't about sex, man, not always. You ever had someone you really fuckin' cared about? Like - loved.

'Cause it ain't any different for me and Galen. Like - [ A beat, and he gives Pinkman a stony look. ] You tell anybody and I'll kill you, but I'd marry the fucker if I thought he'd say yes. It ain't about - taking it wherever.

[magnets]

[ Now there's a loaded question, love. Jesse doesn't answer Finch right away, just lets him go on about what he's saying. There's a kind of dead giveaway in just how much Jesse stands behind all that machismo at the mention of marriage, though, a rare smile that kind of curves up the corner of his mouth unexpectedly. ] Yeah? That big a deal?

[ But it doesn't last very long, his hand mopping carefully over his cropped hair as he mulls. ] I don't know, man, I got a girl back home. Sorta. Might'a fucked it up. She's real good. Her kid too. But it don't feel big like my last one, not yet.

[rigging]

Yeah, s'that big of a deal. [ Jesse grumbles, but he doesn't stay grumpy for long either. When Pinkman brings up his girl, Jesse glances at him, finally. ] You'll find it, yeah? It's the best fuckin' thing in the world, once you've got it.

You just gotta be willing to do a lot for the person y'love, y'know? Whatever it takes.

[magnets]

Yeah, [ Jesse says first, almost reverently, examines the cigarette in his hand and rolls it over in his fingers as the half a smile brewing carefully dips from his face again. ] Thought I had it.

[ And he ashes the rest, flicking the embers from the end and screwing up his face as he regards Finch again. ] Y'know, when I'm all in, I'm all in. That ain't somethin' I fuck around with, yo. I ain't no skeeze.

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[ Jesse gives Pinkman a grin at that, something small, but there. ] Yeah, no, I believe you, man. S'how I am. I mean. [ And he rubs at the back of his head. ] I flirt with people but it ain't going anywhere. Galen knows.

... You thought you had it? [ Peers at. ]

[magnets]

Yeah? [ Monogamy and shit, man. Things he didn't think he'd ever be into when he was twenty. ] You guys got somethin' good. [ Even if it's with butt stuff. ]

[ But the question catches him off guard, too used to people ignoring his throw-away lines, better things to do and all that. He peers back up in turn, deer in the headlights for a second before he explains. ] I had a thing for a while, real good thing. [ Was it, though? ] Thought it was- y'know. Didn't end up workin' out.

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[ Jesse pays attention! He's quiet for a beat, and then he nods a little. ] M'sorry, man. Really. [ He nudges Pinkman a little. ] It feels like shit when you think it's gonna work out and it doesn't. There no chance of picking up the pieces and trying again?

[magnets]

[ It's funny to him for some untold reason, something that draws a bit of a sick laugh out of Jesse for a moment as he squints over at Jesse. ]

Uh, no. She's kinda outta the picture. [ A beat, as he wets his lips, more sheepish, more quiet and meaningful. ] Permanently.

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[ Oh. OH WOW. Jesse squints, and then sort of recoils, slightly. ] Oh. Wow, fuck, sorry. I didn't even think.

[ He laughs a little, rubbing at his neck. ] Man, do I feel like an asshole.

[magnets]

Yeah, I kinda- woke up. Found her. [ That's all I know. He takes in a careful breath. ]

[ Jesse's teeth bare in something that might be a grin, something wry and tired as he shrugs his shoulders at Finch in turn. ] Why, man? Ya didn't know.

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[ Wrinkles his nose.] Yeah, but still, s'awful. I mean, I'd be squirmy if someone brought up a bad memory like that. Sorry. [ Wow, two apologies! Jesse must really like you, Pinkman. ]

[magnets]

[ The apologies are making Jesse squirmy, if anything, awakening a whole other something that he thought he'd squelched a lot of, about Jane, about the cause of her death and whose fault it was. He pinches his nose before he shoves his hands in his pockets, carefully drawing his fingers along the bag of meth in there. ]

Yeah, well. It was a while ago. [ Like, a few months. ] No worries, man, it's all in the past. Like I said, ya didn't know.